We were lovers once,
when I was much younger and you only a bit.
You cradled me like a mother,
and made me laugh like a father,
and more than once you rocked me to sleep.
But then came a time where I started to distrust you,
didn’t want to be part of your life for fear of what others would say.
I kept my distance,
no matter how hard you tried to convince me to return.
I’m sorry I let my self hate wedge itself between our bond.
I’m sorry I was ashamed of the way you made me feel,
when all you did was give me love.
I’m sorry I’ve been away so long,
I’ve been trying to repair the injuries more complex entities have caused me,
but I’m ready to come home now.